UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Unless you howl like Ginsberg,
Or maim yourself like Van Gogh, Or choke on gas like Plath, You'll go unnoticed evermore, Your presence here on Earth, annulled. Those precious, pearly moments That blazed so brightly in the sun? Mere dewdrops on an unkempt lawn That dry to nothingness by noon. And all the stelae you erected: Worn to stumps before you're cold-- Lichen-crusted, indistinct, The shards of anonymity. © 2022 Wilyem Clark |
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1 Review Added on June 16, 2022 Last Updated on June 16, 2022 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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